“Ah,” he said, “I understand you now, why not come to my house directly and meet my daughters?”His poncy mate warned him not to seem too keen ...ut as soon as I said I’d pay their tab he agreed.The bloke lived a mile or so from hotel, so we hailed a cab. His place needed a lick of paint and the Butler’s jacket had seen better days.“Shall I show the, er, Gentleman, to the servants quarters,” bloody sarky Butler smirked.“No he is a guest, Mr" the bloke explained“Captain Beckintwaite,” I said, “I’m. The bridesmaids’ dresses were all ivory in an off-the-shoulder style. All of them were wearing a dark red lipstick that matched the colour of the deep red roses of their bouquets. Juliana had hair done in the retro style of Grace Kelly when she won her Oscar for “The Country Girl”. Robert had always teased that she was Kelly’s double with that classic, cool blonde beauty. However, her image was deceptive, as there was a woman of deep passion and sensuality beneath. He could not take his eyes. I did not consider her a great beauty. Her face was attractive enough, but she hid her body under oversized frumpy clothes. She was a senior at a Catholic High School and wore a school uniform most of the time. One weekend, she and her sister came to the city and stayed over at our townhouse. Our town house is four stories high and seven small bedrooms were spread over the upper floors. My sister was about the same age as Vicky’s youngest sister, and they decided that they wanted to sleep in. The much-loved double sound of the slap of the leather on her bare skin quickly followed by the sharp crack of leather on leather filled the room. I lifted my arm to give a clear view of the target area and watched as a red mark slowly appeared. I also waited for a response from below.“Ooof! One, thank you Sir,” came Marta’s muffled voice, on cue and as expected.I struck twice more before pausing, being greeted each time by the right response.“Two, thank you Sir,” followed by, “three, thank you.